My Thoughts, Imprisoned In My

The Truly Great And Good, In Affliction, Bear A Countenance More Princely Than They Are Wont; For It Is The Temper Of The Highest Hearts, Like The Palm-tree, To Strive Most Upwards When It Is Most Burdened.

My True-love Hath My Heart, And I Have His, By Just Exchange, One For The Other Given; I Hold His Dear, And Mine He Cannot Miss, There Never Was A Better Bargain Driven.

The Truly Great Man Is As Apt To Forgive As His Power Is Able To Revenge.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

A Brave Captain Is As A Root, Out Of Which, As Branches, The Courage Of His Soldiers Doth Spring.